Chapter 230 Complete Path of Exile!

"Ah——"

The familiar scream echoed throughout the dream.

That was the sound of garbage disposal.

Odong screamed as if his soul was crushed, and Zheng Yu even felt a little bit of pity. Of course, this emotion was only a little bit.

The main reason for pity was not Odong's crushed soul, but the more than 100 consecutive scenes of being tortured by himself.

To be honest, Odong was able to experience more than 100 deaths, and he could face himself calmly every time he started over, and even act out the emotions of seeing him for the first time.

Zheng Yu admired him.

Regardless of whether Odong was strong or not, his mentality and mental stability were indeed unique.

It was no wonder that Odong, as a "prisoner", was able to comprehend part of the dream and create the subconscious of Corey and Harold.

However, it was precisely because of this small achievement that Odong was misled and thought that he could create a world of his own here.

After Odong's screams gradually dissipated.

Zheng Yu found that the sun in the Gobi sky had risen again.

According to normal time, it should be evening now, when the temperature is dropping.

But because of Zheng Yu's thought of "a little cold".

Time was reversed directly.

"..."

It was just a thought of Zheng Yu.

The temperature rose to the right temperature, the sun hung at the edge of the world, the dust around dissipated, and the endless Gobi Desert actually grew green grass sprouts in just a few minutes.

It became a lush grassland.

This transformation not only surprised Zheng Yu, but also the red-clothed female ghost who was used to big scenes around him.

The breeze blew.

Zheng Yu took a long-lost deep breath.

Since entering the road of exile, he didn't dare to breathe heavily at all. The wind and sand were strong, the temperature was high, and it was not comfortable at all.

The red-clothed female ghost asked: "Are you in control of this dream?"

Zheng Yu shook his head.

"There was no prompt, no signal, and no feeling, but I did have the thought... if this was a grassland..."

"Who would have thought... it actually came true."

Whirl——

While Zheng Yu was speaking.

The sculpture of the dream master made a rippling sound.

The original strange and irregular image has now turned into a huge shovel, shining with golden light, which makes Zheng Yu's eyes full of absurdity.

"What is this...?"

The red-clothed female ghost looked at the sculpture that had changed, not quite understanding why the sculpture with a strange atmosphere had turned into a... shovel?

Zheng Yu: "..."

Zheng Yu didn't want to explain.

Because the system prompt had popped up.

[The previous owner of the dream has been removed. ]

[The foreign objects that affect the normal operation of the dream have been removed. ]

[The new owner has been bound! ]

[You have successfully activated the dream core, and you have become the new owner of the dream. ]

[The dream environment has been changed according to your thoughts and wishes...]

As Zheng Yu expected, now... the dream is his.

Even the dream master was taken away.

The strange sculpture representing the dream master has become... a golden shovel.

"So low."

Looking at the golden, yet rustic shovel, Zheng Yu immediately thought and replaced the golden shovel with his own image.

The sculpture of himself, hundreds of meters high, was indeed quite shocking.

As the core of the dream and the landmark of this dreamland, there must be an element representing sovereignty, and this element must be himself.

After seeing the golden shovel sculpture turn into Zheng Yu, the red-clothed female ghost suddenly realized: "So, that shovel is your talent?"

The red-clothed female ghost is not stupid.

She has been following Zheng Yu for so long, so she naturally knows that professionals have different levels of talents, and Zheng Yu's talent is the talent that can enhance the strength of the summoned beasts around him.

But so far, except Zheng Yu himself, no one knows the details of Zheng Yu's talent.

In dreams, there is an ideology.

The subconscious Corey and the dream master sculpture that appear in the subconscious are not actively shaped.

The rustic big shovel is very likely the deepest buried in Zheng Yu's heart, and the subconscious that he thinks is the most important.

It is probably Zheng Yu's ability.

"But... why is it a spatula?"

"When you upgrade your summoned beasts, do you fry them?"

The red-clothed female ghost asked Zheng Yu with great interest.

It's not that she was very curious, but she liked to see Zheng Yu's expression of not wanting to answer and being a little embarrassed. She had seen this kid's expression of pretending to be in control of the situation too many times, and seeing his current expression made her even more amused.

Fortunately, this embarrassment did not last long.

After successfully activating the dream and becoming the new owner of the dream.

A system notification that foreshadowed the end of the entire Path of Exile Abyss finally appeared.

[You have perfectly cleared the "Path of Exile" special abyss and received the rewards "Perfect Clearance Gift Pack (Special Abyss Path of Exile)" and "National Gift Pack (National Edition)". ]

[You have separately received the "Guild Gift Pack (Level 1)" and "National Customized Gold Card ({Click here for details of use})". ]

[Gained 2.5 million experience! 】

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[You have cleared Path of Exile (Special Abyss) and received the "Clearance Gift Pack"]

[Gained 2.5 million experience points! ]

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[Congratulations on completing the Path of Exile (Special Abyss) achievement badge - Lord of Dreams]

[Lord of Dreams (Achievement Badge)]: Inherited the dream of the Lord of Dreams (deceased) and became the new Lord of Dreams.

[Achievement Attributes]: Immune to all psychedelic control skills, immune to all sleeping control skills.

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Zhongzhou.

Tsinghua and Peking University Professional Research Institute.

This school, which sounds a bit like a vocational college, was a college that high school students wanted to enter before the Temple came.

Now it has become a gathering place for high-level guilds, high-level professionals, and high-level researchers.

In the conference room on the third floor.

The atmosphere is a bit subtle.

No one dared to speak loudly, but everyone's eyes couldn't help but be excited.

Because they are about to meet the Kyushu God of War, the world's number one professional, the first legendary figure who led a team through the eighth stage of the abyss - Nan Muyun!

"Sorry, I'm late."

A man with a loud voice walked into the conference room.

A cheerful smile, a strong body, a somewhat worn windbreaker on his body, and a purple-black scabbard on his waist.

The man's smile was very contagious. It was not as oppressive as they imagined, nor as serious and deep as they expected.

Instead, he looked more like an uncle who liked to laugh in the neighborhood.

But when their eyes focused on Nan Muyun's right arm, everyone was stunned. There was nothing there.

"Muyun, where is your right arm?"

An old man with gray hair asked directly.

All the people present were young researchers, and no one dared to ask. Only Guo Jingmin, the dean of the Tsinghua-Peking Institute, asked without hesitation.

Nan Muyun smiled and said, "It's okay. I made a deal. I lost my right arm, but I gained strength."

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